Okay so here is part too.

There is a lot of POV change.

sorry if it's annoying, but I just wanted to capture how they feel, it will just be a quick snip-it into their feelings.

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(Chad POV)

I stared in disbelief at the paper tumbled before me. Tears of sorrow sprung deeply into my chocolate eyes. Yes, I was crying, and I didn't care if the entire world saw me shedding these very tears. These tears were shed for what had happened to my 'little sister', for the pain she has been through, but most of all for the guilt. The guilt seeped through my entire body, washing away every emotion besides sorrow. I wasn't there to save her and that was eating at me. I also wasn't there for her afterward, we all ignored her as if she ruined our lives. Why in gods name did we do that? She was the victim, she was the one in pain, and we were the ones that put salt in her open, bleeding wound. The tears poured down my face as she rubbed my arm, her own tears flowing like a river. Why was she comforting me? I didn't deserve that in the least and she was the one who needed comforting, that was for sure. I took her in a bear hug and we cried into each others shoulders. Why would someone do that to such a pure, loving person. Hot anger seeped through my body.

"Who?" I asked her gently, my heart breaking as her tears leaked from her eyes. The other students among the room looked over in disgust, as well as my friends. Troy glared at me as if to say why are you talking to her? I looked deeper into Troy's eyes and saw the concern for Gabi there, butI ignored them all, because I needed this answer. I knew that no matter what she answered one thing would be true.

They were in for the beating of their god damn lives.

"I-it was--" She broke off shaking her head.

"Please Gabriella I-I need to know!" I curled up his fist in anger. Troy needs to know, we all need to know

"Chris." She whispered softly her voice breaking. That was all she needed to say, I knew exactly which Chris she was talking about. Chris Becker was a dead man. I got up and I took Gabriella's hand.

"Come with me. Please." I said carefully. I guided her to our normal lunch table, and I turned around trying to read her reaction. Fear was twinkling all over her face. When we reached the table the seven teenagers stared up at me and Gabriella with Confusion, hurt, anger, and concern. "Guys, I know this is probably confusing and your wandering why I'm with Gabriella. Something happened to her and right at these moments she needs us more than anything."

"How could you believe her? If she needed us, why didn't she just tell us what happened right away?" Sharpay asked with venom. Gabriella put her face in her hands crying softly, this was probably making her feel worse.

"Maybe, it's hard to speak up." I answered looking sadly at Gabriella.

"I-It's hard." She whispered heartbreakingly, her eyes were squeezed shut. "I-It hurts to talk." I was surprised she spoke up, even though whispering so low, you had to strain to hear... but we heard. "You don't even know." She finished and with that she finally broke down, collapsing to the ground sobbing, her frail body clinging to the ground. I cried with her, my tears escaping my eyes, she looked so... broken. I leaned down to her and stroked her back.

"Gabriella... Chad? What's going on?" Taylor asked fearfully. Fear took over the seven students, they knew whatever was going on was not good... at all. They had never seen Chad cry before. Had someone died? Is Gabriella sick?

"Please... tell us!" Troy demanded, I could tell his heart was breaking. His eyes were masked over with pain.

"It's not my story to tell, guys." I looked down at Gabi. "It's hers."

"I can't do it Chad!" She whispered fearfully. "I can't."

"You can do it Gabriella! Just write it down again, write it for them. They need to know."

"I'll try." She cried, trying to be brave. She started talking and not writing... much to my surprise.

(Gabriella POV)

I told my story... my sad story that has been tugging at my heart. I started with the very moment I stepped into the party that horrible Saturday night and ended with me running home to my empty, cold house to wallow. My eyes were squeezed shut the whole time I told my fateful accounts of Saturday May 24th. I couldn't take to see their reactions as I told the most tragic part of the night. I had to stop a few times, burying my face into my hands. I heard a few gasps and cries... sobs and tears but I tried to block them out as best as I could. I opened my eyes, I took in a lot of crying. Troy's reaction scared me the most, his body trembling as he fought with his emotions. Above all those things there was one thing I was most aware of.

I was talking. I was speaking up.

(Chad POV)

Hearing her story in the whole, I broke down. All I wandered what everyone else was feeling as we saw inside Gabriella's cold story.

I was feeling pain.

(Taylor POV)

I felt my emotions overflowing...

I felt heartbreak.

(Sharpay POV)

I couldn't contain my sob as I remembered the nasty things I had said about her...

I felt despair.

(Zeke POV)

I had cursed in her face...

I felt wretchedness.

(Kelsi POV)

I saw my friend crumbling on the floor...

I felt compassion.

(Jason POV)

I heard her tale and glanced over to Chris...

I felt anger.

(Ryan POV)

Poor Gabriella...

I felt sorrow.

(No one's POV)

They all felt feelings of great depth. They cried for their friend, their dear Gabi. Out of all these kids, they all had one overriding feeling, and that was a feeling of great, great guilt. Guilt so bad it was eating at their hearts. It was an awful feeling, one of pure self hate, but there was one certain sandy-haired boy who was worse then them all. His feelings were causing him to explode. He was feeling everything at once, and was about to melt down. He was suffering... for her.

(Troy POV)

Pain, heartbreak, despair, wretchedness, compassion, anger, sorrow, agony. I felt them all. The guilt swallowed my whole body. The moment I found out her secret, my stomach turned in my chest. My love. My Gabi. I let out a sob, my head fell to the dirty cafeteria table... I couldn't see her broken face as she explained everything. I had ignored her, when she needed me the most. She needed a shoulder to cry on, not the whole school making fun of her. My heart ached like a nasty bruise, but I knew if this was hurting me, Gabriella must be dying. I felt like I was dying. She had withheld physical and emotional pain. No one deserved this. My hand curled into a fist, my knuckles turning ghostly white as I glanced back at Chris. He was smiling broadly at something, and all I wanted to do was wipe that smile off of his face. He was a low life, and fucking bastard. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I noticed then, I was shaking. My body was trembling... my spine aching as I kept shaking. I looked up. Gabriella. She was comforting me. I got up and hugged her, the most bone crushing hug, crying into her shoulder as she cried in mine.

"I love you." I said, burying my face into her shoulder. "I love you. I love you. I love you." I repeated it over and over until I had no more voice, my voice shutting off.

"I love you." She had whispered back heartbreakingly soft.

"I'm sorry." I repeated that, until my body stopped shaking. I looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too." She said, her voice never getting above a whisper. Shock shook through my body.

"What?!"

"Your in pain... I did it." She said staring into my eyes.

"No... no... no... no!" I said over and over. "Not your fault! Mine, I could've stayed with you. I could've--"

"No he would've found away," she replied softly as her body shook in fear.

"Well, he'll never find a way again. I promise. I promise."

"Thanks. A lot." She whispered. "Come with me?"

"Yeah." I glanced at the clock, 20 minutes left in lunch. She took me to this beautiful garden on top of the school.

"This was the only place I felt welcomed and safe these past days." She whispered.

"I'm sorry." I said with a rush of guilt.

"You can stop saying that... you weren't the one who--" She trailed off. I knew it hurt to say it, and she didn't have to say it.

"I know, but I didn't help."

"It's fine." She said looking to her shoes.

"Are you alright Gabriella? You look a little pale..." I said noticing the her ghostly white skin.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What do you expect Troy? I haven't felt like eating very much lately." I looked at her in concern.

"Tell me. Tell me how you felt baby, please just let it out." I said stoking her hair, I knew she was hiding something.

"I just, I shut down Troy. I felt dirty, like it was somehow my fault. When his hands were all over my body," She trembled slightly... as if remembering something. I closed my fist in anger, holding in a slight growl that was about to slip out of my mouth. "I just I felt like I betrayed you. I felt horrible and I just I don't know. I didn't talk to anyone, my mom had been gone for a trip and everyone here hated me. I haven't said a word since it happened, until today. I had no one to talk to anyway, and talking meant it was reality."

"Oh Gabi!" I said with tears. "You didn't betray me baby girl. It wasn't in your power. You don't have to keep talking if you don't want."

"No... no. I have to keep going. This passed week I couldn't close my eyes, or I saw it happening." Gabriella brought her hands up to her face and she rubbed the tears away. Her sleeve fell down and it was wrapped with a bloodied gauze. Fear wrapped around my mind. She put her hands back down oblivious to what I had noticed.

"Can I see your arm, Gabriella?" I asked politely. She looked confused until I reached for her sleeve. Her eyes widened.

"No stop... don't!" She cried loudly... her voice breaking a whisper for the first time in a week. She let out a sob as I pulled off the gauze, underneath I saw perfectly straight lines cut into her perfect, smooth skin.

"P-please don't tell me you did that." I cried out desperately. My voice shook as I pulled Gabriella closer.

"I did." She gasped out grasping my shirt like her life depended on it. "Sorry...Sorry...Sorry... I needed to release my pain. Sorry."

"I love you Gabriella." I informed her kissing each of her deep wounds, that would soon turn into scars, much like this weeks past events. They will be scars on Gabriella's life, white brutal marks that sit, taunting you and reminding you the story of her tragic encounter with rape, loss, and despair. "You are the s-strongest girl, I have ever met."

"Not strong..." She cried, sobbing tearfully into my red polo shirt. Two periods left and we would be out of the school, for the weekend at least. I was afraid to leave her alone for those lone periods we had away from each other.

"Yes, Strong." I had said rocking her gracefully to the rhythm of her breathing.. I couldn't tell you all that had happened while at the rooftop garden. It was a blur of broken words and sobs swirling through the air, I could never tell who was crying. I remember telling her she had to tell her mother the events of May 24th. She had cried harder. I told her Chris needed to be put away for a long time. She shook in fear at the mentioning of his name. I told her I loved her. She gripped onto my shirt and whispered the words back to me, and with that... I had hope.

(Gabriella's POV)

I walked hand in hand with Troy, lunch winded down, the bell's ring pounding through East High School. Troy walked me to my class, kissing my hand gingerly as he started to go the opposite direction towards his different class. He had pained fear in his eyes that I knew I had indeed put there. I started through the door to another piece of my messed up life, school. Midway through the lesson I had asked to go to the bathroom, with the answering remaining yes I got up sloppily and charged to the bathroom. I needed to get away, if just for a couple minutes. On my way to the bathroom I had seen a figure lurking behind me. Fearing the worst I hyperventilated, stopping to catch my breath and see the figure. I had expected the worst... and just that I got. Chris stood before me. Wearing a crooked smile that made my stomach knot up fearfully.

"Well, Little Montez." He said with a large pronounced smirk. My voice shut off once again as I noticed Chris's black eye. Chad. Hot, steaming fear welled itself from my stomach and it flooded through my whole body. He came closer and I backed up right into a locker, my fear escalating. "Did you tell people? Why the fuck did you do that? I didn't rape you! Who would I rape you? Your not even pretty."

I let out a sob as his hand pinned me to the locker, he pulled me towards him and pushed me back against the locker. My back spilt open as the lock of the locker dug deeply into it. I could smell the rusty smell of blood as it dripped down my back. I couldn't tell you what was going through my head at that very moment. I felt rather numb, my body giving up, becoming a rag doll. Chris slapped me and I fell to the ground, a bloody mess. I groaned loudly as my gashed back hit the ground with a thud. Chris towered over me pinning me down on the ground, covering my mouth. He looked around, as if checking for people and started dragging me over to the janitors closet, whispering disgusting things in my ear. He started ripping at my shirt leaving tears in his path. My favorite shirt had been almost completely torn off when

"What the hell is going on here?" Coach Bolton screamed. I would not be one bit surprised if the entire school heard his yell. Chris looked like a dear caught in headlights, his eyes as wide as saucers and his body trembling with fear. Coach Bolton took Chris off of me. He seemed to just realize it was me as his eyes were big and round, almost taking up his whole face. My sobs could be heard around the world I was sure. I curled into a ball and leaned into the corner between the janitor's closet door and the last locker lined up against the wall. I shook my head as if not believing that had happened. The doors had swung open, students peering down at me as they went to explore what the commotion was. I closed my eyes tight and rocked back and forth as I heard Chris' voice yelling.

"What the fuck? She wanted it! She wanted it...okay!? Where are you taking me?"

I drowned out his voice and put my head on my knees. I felt a presence walking closer to me and I backed into the locker more wincing as my back hit the edge of the wall. The person took me in an embrace as I sobbed into their shoulder. I knew it was Troy, when he held me... our bodies melded together plus it smelled like Troy. I didn't want to open my eyes, so I kept them closed as Troy held me not saying a word. But that was all I needed and when I felt his hot, wet tears soaking trough my shirt... I knew he was hurting as much as I was. He really did love me. I needed that. Especially now. Soon I felt more arms connecting around Troy and I and I opened my eyes to all my friends. That was the only thing I would have wanted to see when I opened my eyes. It may take time to have my wounds healed, but at least I have my family.

And I die

One day at a time

'Cause I just can't seem to get you off my mind

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Song--One day at a time By: The Jonas Brothers

Alright everyone. There it is.

So I'll leave you with a couple questions.

Should I turn it into a three-shot?

How did you like it?

Any thing I should do to improve?

Thanks for reading!